Page 47 of Catching Feels

Broken Horns

Nour

Standing outside of the RV, I am livid over what I just heard.

Jillian slides the window open and asks through the screen, “What do you want?”

I simply hold up the mask. “Ellie dropped this on my stomach when I was lying in bed.”

She rolls her eyes. “Then maybe she wants to play dress up. What does it have to do with me?”

“You know damn well what it has to do with you.”

“I’m tired.”

“You’ve been raging mad at me for a full twenty-four hours; I deserve ten minutes of your time.” I hold the mask up again. “You get this in New York City on your girls’ trip?”

She opens the door and hisses, “Will you shut up? There are cameras everywhere.”

“Holy shit, I’m right.” I point at her tits. “Pierced.”

She grabs my wrist and pulls me inside before walking as far away from me as she can, which is about ten feet. “You can stop acting like you didn’t know.” She turns around and holds up a little can of pepper spray. “I’ll use this if I have to, you fucking weirdo.”

I shake my head and toss the mask onto the counter. “First, we’re in an enclosed area—we’d both be effected. You’re better off with the taser when you’re inside” I pick it up and toss it to her. “Second, you’re calling me a weirdo? I’m not the one who likes to play dress up when getting railed.”

“Fuck you!” she spits. “My eyes were almost bleeding, and you’re the one with the unicorn fetish.”

I’m gonna get sick.

“Oh my God.” I squat down and scrub my hands over my face. “Holy shit. I fucked Rome’s sister.”

“Which is probably some part of a plan to ruin his career or get more?—”

I stand up and throw my hands in the air. “I play better when I get laid, okay? With the fire and all the shit going on around here …” I groan. “Then Turner’s story being weaponized and used as a cautionary tale, my batting average sucked. I needed to get off and get someone off to bring it back around.”

“Oh. My. God.” She laughs … at me. “You really think?—”

“I don’t think; I know. And tonight proves my theory.”

She starts laughing even harder.

“Nothing about this is funny, Jillian.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Rome asked me to be in his wedding when he marries CeCe. He’s my best friend on the team.”

“AJ and Bennett?—”

“Are great guys, family even, but Rome is solid, dependable, and has been since I met him. He doesn’t flip out when I’m not holding his hand.” I hold my hand on my abdomen. “Oh Jesus, I’m going to get sick.”

“Aw,” she coos. “It’s those seven words every woman wants to hear from the guy who was last inside of her.”

I sit on the tiny-ass sofa and bury my face in my hands. “Right, sorry, kind of like a chick thanking you for popping her cherry after the—” I snap my mouth shut and look at her.

“Don’t.” She shakes her head and points to the door. “If the soap wasn’t in my eyes, or I wasn’t trying to keep it dark so SMS didn’t think I was some crackhead, I wouldn’t have let you in the door.”

“I fucking wouldn’t have come in.” I look up as she rolls her eyes then looks at the ceiling. “You know I wasn’t saying it for any other reason than you’re Rome’s little sister. You know you’re beautiful, funny, and some guy who isn’t me?—”

“Ew, stop.”

“Right.” I blow out a breath and look up at her. “Feels wrong to say I’m sorry, but I am.”

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